Chapter 7 - The Disguise Drops
Sophie, still clutching Grace’s purple maid uniform, suddenly stopped crying. Her tear-filled eyes widened in absolute shock as she stared past the housekeeper, looking directly at the approaching gardener.
The man stopped just five feet away from Vanessa.
Without a single word, he reached up with his dirt-stained leather gloves. He gripped the edge of the thick gray beard and the worn-out cap. With one swift, violent motion, he tore the entire disguise off his head, tossing the fake beard and hat onto the stone floor.
The wealthy crowd let out a collective, horrified gasp.
The elderly gardener vanished into thin air. Standing in his place was Evan Whitaker.
The 35-year-old mafia boss was absolutely terrifying. He was breathtakingly tall and heavily muscular, his dark, messy hair falling over a face radiating pure, unfiltered lethal rage. He wasn't wearing a designer suit. He wore a dark blue dress shirt, completely unbuttoned halfway down his chest, revealing the dark, intricate ink of his syndicate chest tattoos beneath a light sheen of sweat.
His sharp, stubbled jaw was clenched so tight the muscles ticked violently under his skin.
"Daddy?" Sophie gasped, her pale face lighting up with a mixture of profound shock and overwhelming relief.
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Evan didn't look at his daughter yet. His cold, murderous, entirely unblinking dark eyes were locked entirely onto the blonde woman in the pink dress.
👉 The arrogant fiancée realized her ultimate nightmare had just come true, and her perfect life was about to be burned to ashes.
